That weird feeling in the back of my head is back — it nags at me while I go about my day. It’s always been there and only seems to fade away when I’m writing something new.
I’m sure there’s a good reason for it. This entry in the notepad wouldn’t exist without it. Not everything I write down needs to exist, I know that, but for what it’s worth I appreciate every chance to explore what’s happening around me through words.
There’s been stories waiting years for publication, and I think about them all on a daily basis. What could I change about each one to have them accepted? I had to change the POV of one of the stories, find out where the lens should be placed, which character had the most as stake, which scenes wouldn’t work under this new direction. And yet…
If it weren’t for that weird feeling in the back of my head I would’ve given up on these stories years ago, but I’m sure there’s a reason for them, just not sure how long it’ll take for me to find it.